The elevator doors slid to either side as they opened. Alexander, along with high-ranking officials, walked down the hallway and made their way to the brain of the operation, the Command Ops.
The staffers present in the Command Ops were surprised and stopped what they were doing momentarily. Ever since the Command Ops convened an emergency meeting to deal with the threat of the Britannia Empire and the rest of Europa, it was the Queen who took the helm.
Now, it was Alexander. The feeling of reassurance washed over them, sighing, at last, their emperor returned and will take command of the country at war.
"Your Majesty," the military staffers performed a salute while the civilian staffers bowed their heads.
"As you were," Alexander waved his hand down, beckoning them to sit. "What's the situation?
